[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=4682b4]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/9nVT3Qs/Ash-Happy.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] M12 (Beach)
[color=4682b4][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]
	
	The fact that Thana was able to guess who had called together the Great Fuck Hunt of Mexico Beach was telling of both the place and the people in it. Ash had to stifle a laugh from getting a touch out of hand. He wasn't accustomed to laughter quite so much anymore, as least when it came from him. It would have to be something he got used to again, and he felt that in this place, he just might. CMB had a cast of characters, all right, and they seemed to know each other well enough. It had all the earmarks of a community, and not just a gaggle of refugees. [color=4682b4]"I'm sure she knew I was spoken for. Even said as much, more or less,"[/color] commented Ash, remembering the sarcastic quip that came from Nikki just earlier. Ash remembered feeling slightly insulted, if temporary, as the woman referring to Thana as a fuck that he had found. All in good fun, he supposed, but it didn't sit well with him. But this wasn't a moment to think about her. Too young, too flighty, too [i]not Thana[/i]. That last distinction was the most important. 

	The moment after she finagled that kiss from him, Ash followed with, [color=4682b4]"If everybody doesn't already know I've got a 'thing for ya', then I'm doing something really, really wrong here, Thawna."[/color] He wore a lovestruck smile on his face; something he would likely have, off and on, for a very long time yet to come. Ash nodded knowingly as she confessed her duality of want at that moment. He understood the feelings there, as he was having them himself. Was it better to keep this moment alive for the time being or go back someplace truly private to make up for lost time? It seemed a pity that they couldn't do both. He laid a hand on top of hers and spoke with a clear, soft voice. [color=4682b4]"I lost you a long time ago, Thana. Lived for a year and a half, just about, not knowing when or even if I'd ever see you again. Now here we are, sitting under the stars, the sea breaking in front of us, and a warm wind blowing through our hair. All this miracle around us, and I still can't stop looking at you. So, as long as I'm with you, no matter what you want tonight, I'm truly satisfied."[/color] Ash leaned forward and stole a kiss of his own, letting it linger as he heard yet another crash of sea against sand in front of them.   
	



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/D9f1NPS/Thalia-Irritated.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] L11 (Bar)
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=dc143c]"Depends on my tastes? Yeah..."[/color] responded Thalia, followed by a nonchalant shrug. [color=dc143c]"I've got no fucking idea what my 'tastes' are anymoreh."[/color] It was a strange thing, as she thought about it. Her sexuality and proclivities therein weren't a thing up for debate prior to this whole "Apocalypse Thing". Thalia was what she was and, so long as things were discreet and convenient, she was good. Invariably her partners were male, around her age and had marginal variety - as much variety as one can expect from central Boston, anyway. But since then, it was something she had to think about. But as any good survivalist would tell you, one has to adapt to their environment to succeed. Whether the stark reality of just staying alive stripped away the conventions of her environment or social programming, or whether she independently realized this of herself because she spent so much time traveling and surviving with primarily other women, Thalia could not say. What she [i]could[/i] say, because it was as true as anything else, was, [color=dc143c]"My 'tastes' are pretty goddamn fluid. And considering I just got dumped, I don't think it'd be fair to grudge-fuck one of the locals."[/color] Not without knowing what the mood was like for casual pairings in Camp Mexico Beach. What someone might take as a connection she likely would not.  

	Thalia took a sip of her tea. It was good. Of course it was, though. It was tea, and it had sugar in it. Both were things that she remembered liking, and both were things that went beyond the concept of luxury items now. She motioned with her glass, swallowing before speaking again, [color=dc143c]"I met Roy, I think. No clue who Chase is."[/color] So many new people to observe and figure out. And the people of CMB were no doubt doing the same to her. Lisa even said something similar, just then; [i]checking out the new prey[/i]. Thalia was no one's "prey", if she could help it. She narrowed her eyes briefly, choosing to continue conversation (such as it was) while taking mental notes. [color=dc143c]"Turning into a thing,"[/color] she began guardedly, [color=dc143c]"Wild Fuckhunters' Guild? We get t-shirts or matching cutie marks?"[/color] A little sarcasm, maybe, but it served to lead her into another thought. [color=dc143c]"Anyone in this town a tattoo ahtist? Meant to get some ink a while back, but, friggin' Zeds..."[/color]